Sunday Snog – Coming Together with Curves

by | May 5, 2013 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

Coming Together with CurvesHere’s a luscious snog from my story The Wrong End of the Stick, which appears in Coming Together with Curves, which will hopefully be on digital shelves very, very soon. It’s a charity anthology edited by myself and Victoria Blisse, and I’m delighted to be part of such a worthy project.

Wordlessly, she did as he said, shifting into the space between his parted legs. He was much taller than her—most people were, actually—so now he was sitting down, they were a similar height.

He slipped his arms around her, pulling her closer. She took the hint and went eagerly into his embrace, putting her own arms around his neck and leaning down just a little to kiss him. By the time their lips met, his were already parted, and, after a couple of seconds of relatively chaste kissing, they quickly moved into something altogether more needy, more passionate. They continued until they were breathless, pulling away to suck in some necessary air.

“Fuck, Bonnie,” Owen said, “I want you. Bad.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, pulling away and kicking off her own shoes, then bending to tug off her socks. Then she met Owen’s eyes. He was studying her carefully, his eyelids hooded, his gaze laden with intent.

“Take off your clothes, sweetheart,” he said.

“Oh, um… can we do it with the lights off?” She hated herself for saying it, but she was pretty sure that even if she was skinny, she’d find it difficult to strip off with confidence.

Owen sighed. “Yes, if you want. But I’m only agreeing to make you happy. I think you’re beautiful and I want to see you naked. I’ll just have to use my hands to explore your body instead of my eyes, won’t I?”

Bonnie gulped. She desperately wanted his hands on her—the growing warmth between her legs was a testament to that. Moving to flick off the light, she started tugging off her clothes as soon as the room was plunged into darkness. She could hear rustling from the direction of her bed, so she knew Owen was doing the same.


There’s more information on this fab anthology here. You can add it to your Goodreads shelves, too.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Why is the Seaside Sexy? By Tilly Hunter

by | May 1, 2013 | | 1 Comment

I’m delighted to announce this post from Tilly Hunter, who has a story in Smut by the Sea Volume 2. Here, she tells us more about it…

I’m specifically talking about the British seaside here, which is a special case far removed from the shimmering seas and golden sands of Biarritz or the Caribbean. It is often cold and wet, grey sea blending with grey sky, while the ‘attractions’ tend to be a bit shabby and very tacky. You can’t even eat a bag of chips without aggressive seagulls trying to pinch them.

So why the hell do we cling to the idea of the seaside as being a place of fun and frolics? Because sometimes, maybe on about three days of the year, it gets warm enough for hardy types to strip to their bikinis. Because, as an island people, the sea draws us to itself. We paddle despite the chill; it simply has to be done. Because a trip to the seaside, even for a day, gives you that holiday feeling, the urge to do something a little crazy, whether it’s stuff your face full of candy floss or find a hot guy to fuck under the pier. I find it easier to suspend my disbelief for stories of that kind of escapist fantasy when they happen at the seaside.

It’s that escapism and sense of fun that the Smut by the Sea anthologies tap into. They’re light-hearted and carefree. They’re a little taste of summer holidays that remind you of a fresh breeze on your face and sand between your toes.

I tried to capture something of that contradiction, between the reality of a cold, grey seaside and the fantasy of sun and sex, in my story, Stuck on the Edge. The weather is cold, the sea is cold, the sky is grey, but the couple involved reach that place where the fantasy takes over and they’re going to fuck in the sea despite the risk of hypothermia.

I reached for his flies, popped his button and fumbled with the zip until he took over. I slid my jeans and knickers down in one go. Thank God for hipsters that don’t actually need undoing. Kicking them off one leg, I left them trailing from the other. The cold hit me again as parts that had been wrapped in fabric, however thin and wet, were exposed. I welcomed it in, feeling that cold hit my outer labia like the tease of an ice cube. I made friends with it, chatted it up and seduced it. Cold was my new fetish. But all I said was, “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Gareth agreed. We’d been married fifteen years. One word carried a wealth of understanding.

You can buy Smut by the Sea Vol 2 at All Romance, Amazon UK and Amazon.com.

Tilly Hunter is a British author and proofreader with a wicked imagination and a fondness for tales of fresh air and kinky fun. She has stories in anthologies from House of Erotica, Xcite Books and MLR Press and her first solo collection Miranda’s Tempest: Three Classic Tales with a Kinky Twist is out now from House of Erotica. She blogs at www.tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.com.

 

Hump Day Hook No. 11 #HDH

by | May 1, 2013 | | 10 Comments

humpdayhookHi everyone and welcome to Hump Day Hook, which is basically where authors post a paragraph from a WIP or a published work to show it off to the world. This week, I’m sharing a snippet from my story On the Big Wheel, which appears in the newly released erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea Volume 2.

“Brilliant. Maybe we can have sex while we’re in there!”

Brigit nudged him playfully. “I doubt it. There isn’t really anywhere to hide in those damn things, is there? We don’t want to get our weekend away cut short by being hauled in by the police and being done for indecent exposure, do we?”

She paused. “Having said that, though, there may be something we can get up to in there.”

“You mean besides admiring the wonderful views?”

Brigit rolled her eyes. “Yes, Allen. Besides that.”

“Do tell.”

“No, you’ll have to wait and see.”

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Sunday Snog – Smut by the Sea Volume 2

by | Apr 28, 2013 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

Smut by the Sea Volume 2It’s here, it’s here! Smut by the Sea Volume 2 is here! I had fabulous fun editing this anthology with Victoria Blisse, as well as contributing my own story. On the Big Wheel is all about naughtiness in public, so there’s not much snogging, but hopefully this will give you a taste of the story:

“Come here,” he said, reaching for Brigit’s hand and pulling her back towards him. He kissed her, swirling his tongue into her mouth and tasting his own juices there. He didn’t mind – it was a super hot reminder of what they’d just done. “That, babe, was fucking incredible. Words just don’t describe. Oh, we’re on the move again.”

They were. They cuddled, looking out across the sea on one side, and the town on the other as they slowly descended to ground level. All too soon, they got there and the doors on the capsule sprung open on the opposite side to the ones they’d used to get in. Allen stood, wobbling a little as he did so, then picked up his coat and stepped out onto the metal platform. He turned and took Brigit’s hand to help her down. He didn’t let go, instead squeezing it playfully and leaning to drop a kiss onto her hair as they exited the ride and walked back out on to the street.


You can get your hands on this brand new anthology here.

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New Release: Smut by the Sea Volume 2

by | Apr 23, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Hurrah! I’m delighted to announce that Smut by the Sea Volume 2, edited by myself and Victoria Blisse, is now available. Here’s the skinny:

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked beaches of Brazil to the altogether cooler coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Amusement arcades, beach houses, mermaids, honeymooners, shipwrecks, sex toys and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Contains stories from Victoria Blisse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Tamsin Flowers, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Bel Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, T C Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.

And here’s an excerpt from my story, On the Big Wheel:

Brigit loved the seaside. She always had, probably because visiting it was a rarity. Living in the centre of England meant that even the nearest seaside town was over an hour and a half away—and the nice resorts even further.

Which was why her boyfriend, Allen, proposed a long weekend in Brighton. He knew how fond she was of the seaside. Unsurprisingly, she agreed delightedly.

“It’s a long way,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter. We’d never go anywhere if we lamented the length of the journey.”

As it happened, the travelling wasn’t too bad. Miraculously the M1 was clear all the way down to the M25—and even that notorious motorway wasn’t experiencing its usual havoc. A straight shot south on the M23, then the A23 took them towards Brighton, and they navigated the one-way systems and lack of road signs and—eventually—found their hotel.

“Wow,” Brigit said, stretching luxuriously after getting out of the car, “that didn’t take as long as I thought. Shall we check in, dump our bags and go and explore?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Allen replied with a grin.

They slammed their respective car doors, grabbed the bags from the boot and headed into the hotel. Fifteen minutes later, after using the toilet and freshening up, they were back outside.

“Nice choice of hotel, babe. I like it.” Brigit said.

“I’m glad. I researched it well,” Allen replied.

“The bed looks nice and comfy.”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll be able to give it a decent road test later.” He winked at her, and got a slap on the arm for his trouble.

“You’ve got a one-track mind, you have.”

“Well, what do you expect when I’ve got a girlfriend that looks like you?”

She giggled. “Charmer.”

“That’s me. Okay, now I’m back in good books,” Allen said, “what do you want to do? Now, I mean. Not at bedtime.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Brigit stuck her tongue out at him before replying. “I dunno. Just look around I guess. Get our bearings. See what there is to do around here.”

They walked hand-in-hand towards the seafront, then along it in the direction of the pier. They passed the burnt out shell of the West Pier, and Brigit wondered aloud whether it would ever be rebuilt or demolished. Or would the blackened skeleton be left there forevermore, a reminder of what once was.

Soon, they drew close to Brighton Pier. Brigit turned to Allen with a grin.

“What?” he said, then followed her almost manic gaze down the length of the pier, towards a building with fake turret-type things and some very real flags. He sighed. He couldn’t be sure from here, but he thought it was bound to be the amusement arcade. “Oh, you want to go in there, do you? I wonder why?” His voice was laden with sarcasm in his last sentence.

“You know damn well why. Come on!” Brigit tugged him along the last few metres of the pavement and onto the wooden slats of the pier. “Ooh, we can have fish and chips when we come out, if you want.”

Here’s more info and the buy links: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-by-the-sea-volume-2/

Sunday Snog – Succubus Comes Home

by | Apr 21, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Succubus Comes HomeI’m 99.9% sure I’ll have a new snog for you next week. Fingers crossed! In the meantime, here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my paranormal erotic romance, Succubus Comes Home.

Once the door was safely closed behind them, Alice looped her arms around Antony’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Instantly, and much to her surprise, she felt a delicious jolt in between her legs. Wow, this guy was doing some strange, but welcome, things to her. She pressed herself against him, grinning against his mouth as his arms went around her, pulling her even closer. He hadn’t even had chance to remove his jacket before she’d jumped him, so she could smell the scuffed leather. It was a truly masculine smell which sent further warmth to Alice’s pussy, and she felt a trickle of juice seeping into her underwear.

Breathing deeply, Alice could also smell Antony’s cologne. It, too, was very masculine, very pleasant and yet somehow familiar. She knew the smell, but couldn’t quite put her finger on who she knew or had known that wore it. There was someone, but his identity evaded her. She could almost see his face, but it kept skipping away from her. No matter. She was here, now. And for a change, it was exactly where she wanted to be.

She pulled her body back, still kissing Antony, and pushed the lapels of his jacket back over his shoulders. He got the hint and wriggled out of it, their lips still crushed together, unwilling to part. Alice couldn’t wait to get him naked. She’d never been this out of control over a guy before, and she thought she liked it. Based on the spark between them so far, Alice was going to get a major energy boost tonight. Hell’s administrators would be most pleased.

Desperate for some skin-to-skin contact, Alice broke off their embrace. She stepped back, slid the spaghetti straps of her dress from her shoulders and shimmied around until the garment hit the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, didn’t need to; her shapeshifting talents meant that her body could look exactly how she wanted. And the form she’d chosen this evening had bigger than average, yet decidedly perky breasts. She turned on her heel (literally, she was still wearing her stilettos as she knew they made her arse look fab) and strode to the bedroom. At least she hoped it was. In the small apartment, the door she’d approached could only be the bedroom or the bathroom.

Thankfully, she was right. On opening the door, Alice saw an extremely tidy bedroom. Tidy? Wow, he really was perfect.


You can get your hands on this sweet and sexy paranormal romance here.

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